Night Tinglan had already led his men into Jinzhou territory, with the Ning clan's rebels closely following. Behind them, Night Tingyan's people were lying in wait.
With the dramatic upheaval in the capital, the Emperor's reappearance made them realize this was a thorough purge.
Night Tingyan was already dead, and soon it would be their turn!
"His Majesty dispatched troops to Jinzhou yesterday to provide support. But these remnants are colluding, and both prefectures are completely sealed off, making entry and exit impossible. We can't get any news about Third Brother. In such a perilous situation, I truly don't know if Third Brother he..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Feng Yinwan understood the implication.
As his gaze turned towards her, her eyelids gently lowered, subtly concealing her apprehension.
Her voice remained calm as she spoke, "You don't need to panic so much. His objective has not yet been achieved, so he won't easily put himself in danger."
Night Tinglan had always acted meticulously. With his departure from the capital, she was more inclined to believe he had other arrangements than to fear he had suffered defeat.
Her words struck Night Tingyun as particularly cold. He paused, stunned, and asked blankly,
"What objective does Third Brother have?"
He had no idea.
Feng Yinwan's gaze swept over him, her voice light.
"The Emperor is past his prime, yet the position of Crown Prince remains undecided. This setup and purge are clearly paving the way for the next emperor. Prince Yun, who do you think that person will be?"
Night Tingyun frowned, and without a moment's hesitation, replied,
"Third Brother is accomplished in both literature and martial arts, making him the undeniable choice. Wait, you mean... But these are all His Majesty's decrees. What does it have to do with Third Brother?"
He knew from the start that Third Brother disliked power. Otherwise, why would the position of Crown Prince still be vacant?
This woman's assertion that Third Brother was doing all this for the throne simply didn't hold water.
He opened his mouth to refute her, but Feng Yinwan had already turned away, her face as cold as ice, revealing no emotion.
"I have no desire to be involved in your royal family's internal conflicts. You should go back. It's getting late, and I need to rest."
"Rest?!"
Night Tingyun's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his ears.
"No, Third Brother is in such mortal danger, how can you still sleep? Aren't you worried about him at all?"
He had rushed here from Shou Kang Palace as soon as he heard the news. Yet, this woman was not only not anxious, she actually said she was going to rest??
Was her heart made of stone!
Hearing this, Feng Yinwan's expression grew colder. She glanced at him and directly reached out to open the courtyard gate.
"Why shouldn't I be able to sleep? His affairs have nothing to do with me. Get out."
He hadn't expected her to be so heartless. Night Tingyun was filled with disbelief, his eyes instantly reddening with anger.
He glared at her fiercely, fuming, "You should know how Third Brother treats you! Now that he's in trouble, you're washing your hands of it so completely. You truly have no heart!"
He wanted to unleash a torrent of curses, but meeting Feng Yinwan's gaze, all the harsh words died on his lips.
He glared at her hatefully for a long time, but could only choke back a sob, gritting his teeth, "Fine. I was blind to have helped you before. Don't expect me to help you again!"
After speaking, Night Tingyun stomped out in anger. Due to his haste, he tripped over the threshold and flew out, falling heavily.
The impact was solid, sounding painful even from a distance.
The area where he fell was dark, and there was no sound for a while. Feng Yinwan's gaze followed him, hesitating whether to go and check, when she saw him scramble to his feet and leave without looking back.